gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.

On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.

Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.

EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.

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The word was enough. Chloe smiled and leaned up to whisper in her ear once more, letting the air rush back into her lungs. "Your wish is my command, Chika." Her fingers crooked once more, taking up the offensive and attempting to push her into that second orgasm. Her lips seized hold of Alkaid's and tongue started to invade her, meaning to take everything out of her.

Whether she realized it or not, this whole thing could go for hours. The girl had an alarming stamina for this sort of play.

She still didn't understand anything. What she did made no sense. And she couldn't yet know that her body was going to far outlast her senses in this little game. But of course, Chloe must have known that. If she even had an iota of suspicion about that, she would have fought a little harder to escape while she still could.

She gasped as the air flooded into her, before making a muffled squeal. The squeal from the way the fingers were moving again, making her body jolt and buck. And muffled by the lips claiming her own and tongue thrusting inside of her. Eyes widening as she realized that, like everything else, this woman was claiming her first true kiss too. Well, maybe not entirely true...

No. No it was. She wasn't letting her be Alkaid. She clutched at her shoulders as she moaned into the mouth, eyes rolling back as she trembled a few more times before going utterly rigid. Screaming bliss into the mouth enveloping her own and orgasming for the second time in so many minutes.

Chloe knew Alkaid's limits. She'd fought her many times. She'd raped her many times. She had a very good idea how much the girl's body could take. And, so as soon as she started coming, the witch just kept going. Her lips stayed pressed in and the sensations refused to stop. They were getting relentless, taking advantage of her, invading her, using her.

No slowing now, she was intent on exhausting her to the point where she blacked out from the bliss, abusing the aphrodisiacs to do it. If she had her way and Alkaid didn't come to her senses in the midst of constant, raw euphoria, the girl wouldn't be walking straight for a couple days.

Part of hew knew that this should have ended when the orgasm happened. And when it didn't, she gave a delirious, frighten squeak into the mouth dominating her own. Her fingers clutched harder and her body bucked firmer against her, but there was no struggle of note to put a stop to it. There was no pulling back, pushing away, or anything. In fact, it was safe to say that in that non-stop euphoria, she felt utterly and completely powerless.

She knew what blacking out, what fading away was like. She had felt it once before. It terrified her to think it could happen again. But that terror was an ant amidst the sea of non-stop pleasure she was being forced to endure. And her mind was sinking.

Chloe was merciless, or at least as merciless as she was lewd. Her fingers continued their work viciously, teasing and tormenting her to keep her as aggressively aroused as she possibly could, one had leaving the anal beads only long enough at times to pull her collar and slowly but surely use the asphyxiation to help overwhelm her. Eventually she knew she'd be out like a light, and Chloe wouldn't stop until it ended.

"All mine..."

She was beginning to lightly thrash against her, more profound in her gestures. It was from the pleasure that was mounting again, the heaving of her chest and creaking back of her eyes into her skull from the sheer fact that she couldn't understand why she was experiencing this. Then came the choking again. And she sputtered against the mouth enveloping her own as she realized it was her hand this time.

One of her own reached to the wrist gripping it as she bucked harder and harder. But she couldn't focus, and as those lips brushed against hers and those words filled her mouth and mind, she practically bent backwards in half as she orgasmed once again. Only with no breath to take in this time, it wasn't long before her eyes rolled back entirely and she, after a blissful and rigid moment, fell utterly slack.

Test Drive Meme #2

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